Rene stepped on to the field holding her broom. It felt good to fly again. She looked around mounted her broom and off she went circling the pitch and then postioning herself in front of the goals. She pulled out a quaffle that she had charmed to return to her after it hit the goround. She threw it at the post moving so as to round the goals like she would need in the real game. Maybe if she was luck somebody would play keeper for practice with her.